“Don’t talk to me in that tone!”
Yes, mother, I apologize for my insolent self.
“Why can’t you be more like your brother? He’s younger than you!”
Yes, mother, I apologize for my insolent self.
“You need to lose weight! You’re too fat!”
Yes, mother, I apologize for my insolent self.
“I am the mother! You are the daughter! I own you!”
Yes, mother, I apologize for my insolent self.
“You are such a disappointment.”
*I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry mother.
I’m not the daughter you expect of me.
I will be* better.
Why am I never good enough for you?
You comment on my flaws, constantly, diminishing my already low self-esteem.
You compare me to others, saying how I should be more “like them.”
Will you love me if I’m compliant with your every wish?
I’m sorry I’m not your perfect daughter.
Stop reminding me that you love my brother more than me.
I’m sorry.
For being who I am.
For being different.
For bringing you pain.
For not being enough.
Please. Stop. Don't.
Your words. Won't leave.
My head. Hurts.
I don't want to listen.
Make it stop.
I can't take it anymore.
SHUT UP!
I’m sick of listening.
I’m sick of you.
I hate myself.
I hate you.
I know.
I should be more like him.
I know.
I am not perfect.
I know.
I do not have your love.
I know.
You hate me.
I KNOW.
I’m a disappointment.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
“Don’t talk to me in that tone!”
Yes, mother, I apologize for my insolent self.
“Why can’t you be more like your brother? He’s younger than you!”
Yes, mother, I apologize for my insolent self.
“You need to lose weight! You’re too fat!”
Yes, mother, I apologize for my insolent self.
“I am the mother! You are the daughter! I own you!”
Yes, mother, I apologize for my insolent self.
“You are such a disappointment.”
*I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry mother.
I’m not the daughter you expect of me.
I will be* better.
Why am I never good enough for you?
You comment on my flaws, constantly, diminishing my already low self-esteem.
You compare me to others, saying how I should be more “like them.”
Will you love me if I’m compliant with your every wish?
I’m sorry I’m not your perfect daughter.
Stop reminding me that you love my brother more than me.
I’m sorry.
For being who I am.
For being different.
For bringing you pain.
For not being enough.
Please. Stop. Don't.
Your words. Won't leave.
My head. Hurts.
I don't want to listen.
Make it stop.
I can't take it anymore.
SHUT UP!
I’m sick of listening.
I’m sick of you.
I hate myself.
I hate you.
I know.
I should be more like him.
I know.
I am not perfect.
I know.
I do not have your love.
I know.
You hate me.
I KNOW.
I’m a disappointment.
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